As Isabella walked quietly toward her room, her sandal clicking gently against the marble floor, she paused at the sight of her bedroom door—slightly ajar.
Her brows knit together. She was sure she had closed it before leaving.
A small rush of anxiety ran through her chest. Her cheerful mood from earlier had already taken a hit, and now this… made her feel a bit more on edge.
She reached for the doorknob slowly, her other hand gripping the strap of her handbag just in case.
The door creaked open.
But instead of something suspicious or dangerous, she found a familiar face—one of the housekeeping maids was inside, bending over to wipe the floor near the window. The bedsheets were neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and a fresh scent of lavender hung in the air.
"Oh, ma'am!" the maid jumped slightly when she noticed Bella, looking a bit startled. "I'm so sorry. I was just finishing up the cleaning."
Isabella let out a soft sigh of relief, her tensed shoulders finally relaxing.
